#MayWeAllHeal…Day Twenty-Three – Laughter

Day Twenty – Three

I cannot remember the first time I laughed after she died.
It was most certainly closely followed by tears through guilt.
When there are other children who are going through the loss too, you can’t not have some kind of laughter, some kind of normality.
Laughter has to resume.

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